#NaPoWriMo2023 : DAY 3
CRAFTING MEMORIES
Everything started with eyes.
a glittering crystal to commune,
quite shaky-flaky masseuse,
where future holds promises
and kisses and relaxed hugs,
where bond justifies relevance
and beliefs and amortentia-n drugs.
Those fiery tears
which were once shining
through darkness in the light
blind-folding rare truths,
now are constantly dripping
on the verge of
the freedom of intimacy
the freedom of emotions
the freedom of love!
Do you feel the same?
Is it me
whose silent screeches attract the ghosts
and anguish often seen at night?
Tell me,
do you even remember me?
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